>You probably shouldn't do this, but that Indigo sleeve is *really* getting on your nerves
>Just... just leering at your body like that
>Sure, it's hard to resist someone so cool and sexy like you, but nobody eyes up Rainbow Dash like some cheap fuckmeat when she's mildly annoyed!
>Fuck it
>It's a bad idea to start something right in front of the city police HQ, but you need to keep it REAL
>If anything, walking up to her armed to the teeth might scare off that pervert without you having to unsheathe anything
>You sling your compact rifle behind your back 
>You buckle the studded belt attached to the double-sheath around your hips, wrapping it low enough for the hilt to angle up within easy reach
>The Indigo sleeve is still staring at you
>She's drooling
>Fucking perv...
>You turn towards the blue-haired pervert and strut over to her
>You try to look as menacing as possible, but the constantly whipping wind from the megalane threatens to flap your blouse open further than you'd like
>So you awkwardly clasp the collar close with one hand as you rest your other hand on the hilt of your shock katana 
>The windchill against your exposed neck sends a shiver down your spine, making your nipples slightly erect
>They leave lewd bumps against the light fabric of your blouse
>Indigo's eyes drift downward at your tits and she smiles 
>You see her mouthing "nice" as her face turns red
>Great...
>Indigo pries her eyes from your nipple bumps and locks eyes with you
>She wipes her chin with the back of her hand 
>Indigo's dressed less like a pervert and more like a schoolgirl straight out of Shimmer church school
>That's to say, she's wearing her default sleeve outfit
>A tight vest and blouse, fitted snugly around her waist and ballooning out over her surprisingly sumptuous breasts
>There's also that pleated skirt ending some inches above her knees
>A sturdy pair of boots cover her kneesocks-clad feet
>To round it all out, she's wearing tacky goggles, resting on her striped blue hair
>She doesn't look threatening at all
"You know, I usually cut people to ribbons for eye-fucking me like that."
>She snorts
>"Oh yea? You're kinda feisty for a girl straight outta prison"
>She nods towards the fake marble staircase of the massive Shadowbolt City PD complex
>"Be a good girl and let me look at ya some more. Stir up trouble, and I'll make sure you get escorted up those stairs again by the coppers"
>Indigo grins and slowly extends an index finger at your neck
>Her fingernail slowly extends and forms into a razor-sharp talon 
>Shit, she's a combat sleeve!
>A razorgirl at that
>Your attention goes into overdrive
>It's not cheap to buy and maintain a stealthed-out razorgirl combat sleeve like this
>She must be from a well-off family... or a well-paid assassin
>"You know about the cooldown rule, right? Doesn't matter what I do to you ex-cons within 300 seconds of release. I go free, and you're back in jail with double the sentence"
>You keep your mouth shut as you feel Indigo's claw brush and tickle against your jugular
>"That's more like it. Less talking, more posing for Indie to drink you in"
>She leans close to your neck and takes a deep whiff
>Her eyes roll behind her eyelids and she lets out a moan
>"Princesses, you smell nice..."
>You hear a faint shutter sound as she nudges her chin against yours 
>You glance down and see her other hand down below the hem of your skirt, fingers pointed upward 
>You see the glint of finger-lens staring up back at you 
>Your face turns red
>Is she taking upskirt pics of you??
>You hiss through clenched teeth 
"You're unbelievable. I should cut you down where you stand"
>"Try it," Indigo whispers. "and I'll shred your clothes off with my claws and send you back to jail naked"
>You clench your eyes shut as you feel her trembling hands brush lightly against your breasts
>Indigo's eyes widen
>"F-fuck... You're really not wearing a bra, huh?"
>You avert your eyes and say nothing
>"Holy shit, that's so hot. I kinda suspected it from those nipples, but this... I never thought I'd score a slut like you today"
>Indigo rests her hands just under your collarbones and slowly makes her way to your breasts
>You feel your heart pounding against your throat 
>You hate to admit it, but it's been *weeks* since you've been intimate with anyone
>That's like FOREVER by Shadowbolt City standard
>And it's been even longer than that since you've done it with a combat sleeve
>It'd be kind of awesome to do it right here in front of the police HQ, as a huge middle finger of sorts
>Even if she might be a paid assassin...
>Wait, that'd be even more awesome!
>Sleeping with your deadly enemy when she's on her job to kill you
>Now there's something you've read in a doujin somewhere
>Your dopamine gland implants activate with your hesitant sexual consent and begin releasing a low dose into your body
>Your breaths quicken as your chest heaves against Indigo's hands
>Her hands are fully cupping your breasts now 
>They've gotten fatter from being locked up and doing nothing, but they're still small 
>Indigo is drooling again 
>"U-unf, perfect handfuls..."
>You suppress a moan 
>You hear a very loud honk as Indigo gives your tits a gentle squeeze 
>"Huh?"

>You and Indigo exchange bewildered looks
>Indigo squeezes your tits again
>[honk]
>She looks at you
>"Did you just--"
>You look down at your tits then at Indigo
"I mean, I was in the intensive care for a while, maybe they....?"
>Indigo looks at your tits and squeezes them harder
>[HOONK]
"Oww! Not so hard, you idiot!"
>"Princesses, what in the world?"
>Indigo lets go of your tits to get a closer look
>"I see no obvious holes for the sound to come out"
>She straightens up and squeezes your tits twice
>[HONK HONK]
>Indigo looks at you like you're some kind of a freakshow 
"Girl, I'm just as surprised as you are. This is *not* awesome"
>"It even sounds like a fuckin police siren--"
>[HOOONK HOOONK HONK HONKHONKHONK]
>This time, you hear a bunch of horns without any tiddy squeezing
>The two of you stare at each other 
>[HEY YOU IDIOTS, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN FRONT OF THE POLICE STATION?]
"Gida??"
>You look up and spot a police drone hovering overhead 
>[HONK BEEP BEEP]
>The drone's rotor blades flash red and blue as it bursts another angry siren at the two of you
>[THAT'S RIGHT, IT'S THE POLICE. CAUGHT YOU PERVIN' LIKE I WOULDN'T FIND OUT]
>You hear it buzz like a bee as it dips in the wind and readjusts parameters to return to its original hovering posture
>[I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T DISPERSE WITHIN TEN SECONDS I'M GOING TO--]
>Gilda's amplified voice trails off as the drone's gimbal camera rotates slightly 
>[INDIGO ZAP, YOU DAMN PERVERT, HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO CHASE YOU AWAY FROM THE STATION? THE EX-CONS ARE NOT FOR MOLESTING!]
>Indigo swipes at the air angrily
>"Oh, so it's not cheating if *youre* the one doing it? That's bullshit, Gilda. I should've never let you talk me into this open relationship crap!"
>[OH SHUT UP, I MAKE SURE MY QUARRIES GIVE FULL CONSENT. YOU'RE JUST STRAIGHT UP MOLESTING]
"What in the fuck..."
>You stare up at the drone in disbelief 
>Maybe... Maybe Indigo's not some high-paid assassin hired to kill you?
>You feel Indigo squeezing your tits again 
"Hey, cut it out!"
>"I just wanted to make sure you really don't have honk tits installed"
>The drone buzzes with jealousy and anger
>[RAINBOW DASH, ENGAGING IN SLUTTERY WITHOUT A LICENSE IS A MUNICIPAL CRIME! IF INDIGO TOUCHES YOUR BREASTS AGAIN I'M GONNA HAVE TO TAKE YOU IN]
>Indigo looks at you, then at Gilda's disembodied voice coming through the drone's loudspeaker 
>She grins like a wicked witch
>"Is that so, huh?"
"Don't even--"
>Indigo's arms move lightning-fast 
>Before you can react, she swipes at your blouse like a swimmer doing the breaststroke 
>You see buttons fly away as your blouse is pried open 
>You shudder as Indigo's slightly cold and clammy hands grasp at your bare tits 
>The drone actually starts to shudder angrily 
>[YOU... YOU FUCKING HARLOTS! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH EVEN IF THEY TAKE MY BADGE FOR THIS!]
>You hear the whirling of gears as a vicious looking gun pops out from the belly of the drone 
>This is not good...
>What now?

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Gear:
Custom Shock Katana (primary)
M1 Spec Ops Wakizashi
TX-9 Compact Rifle (0 ammo)

Items:
[none]

Actions:
>Don't take part in this insanity, run the hell away! [Medium (70%)]
>A blade folded over a thousand times can cut through bullets and sluts, fight your way out! [OUCH (30%)]
>A street samurai is a warrior-poet. Talk your way out of this mess! (reader provided explanation) [Medium (70%)]
>write-in